1. A CRACK ON THE BEACH - s****r-IN-LAW TAKES OVER. T


    Date: 10/14/2017, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Mature, Author: hamba001, Rating: 90, Source: xHamster

    We’d all had a long but enjoyable day on the beach. It would be difficult not to take pleasure in the amenities that the isolated hotel offered. It was based on the southern tip of the Island and, for its heavy price, ensured privacy, great food and five star services. “We” was my wife and I and my step-s****r-in-law. We are all in our fifties and, thankfully, the Gods had been kind to us and kept our figures reasonably trim and our minds alert. Shy, my wife, was trim and boasted a well shaped pair of breasts and a very pert bum that even the occasional waiter glanced at. Cee, my step-s****r-in-law, was older than her step-s****r, slightly taller and she managed to exude sensuality, especially as the sun stroked and tanned her body. As for myself, I’m tall and carry little excess weight. By the end of the day, much beer, wine and food had been partaken of and by the time we returned to our very secluded chalet, Shy was well inebriated and Cee was navigating the pathway like a ship on a rough sea. We parked ourselves on the patio and, as usual, indulged in more alcohol. At some point Shy staggered off to shower. When she returned, wrapped in a large towel, she sunk into a chair and within half an hour, had fallen asl**p. This was not unusual for my wife. When the wine took hold of her, she fell into a deep, deep slumber. Not u*********s, but a sl**p so heavy she was impossible to awaken. I had, on a few occasions, hauled her off to bed and, in the morning, she had not ...
    questioned how she had gotten there or even asked what had occurred the night before. With my wife now semi-comatose, Cee and I continued chatting. Nothing of consequence as Cee’s own intake of wine had slowed down her own thought process somewhat! A fine sheen of perspiration shone just below her neck, above her blouse. “Oops,” Cee said suddenly, her eyes on my wife. I glanced over and saw that the knot on Shy’s towel had slipped considerably. Her left breast was exposed. It was white and full against the darkness of her tan, its nipple perfectly erect, probably enticed by the coolness of the night air. I glanced at Cee. She was still staring at her step-s****r’s breast. Not lasciviously. It was an unexpected sight, after all. Then she looked away. “It looks lonely, don’t you think?” I asked. “What do you mean?” “Her breast – I think it’s missing its friend.” I stood up, suddenly quite turned-on by the idea of exposing my wife’s breasts. Don’t ask me why – perhaps it was the place, the moment, the day’s sun and alcohol. The fact that Cee, another woman, an older step-s****r, was there fueled my actions. “What are you doing?” Cee asked, managing to sit upright on her chair without sloshing her glass of wine. She uncrossed her tanned legs beneath the thin skirt she was wearing. “Sssh.” I went behind Shy’s chair. She was fast asl**p, definitely not aware of time or place. She slept with her head to the side, her legs fully extended. “She’s probably hot wearing this towel, anyway,” I ...
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